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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Wings,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.