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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.