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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
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.