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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.