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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.