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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.