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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.