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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Wings,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.