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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.