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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.