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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.