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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.