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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.