Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.