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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.