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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.