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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.