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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 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 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Television,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.