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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.