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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Cure,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Q65,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.