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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.