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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.