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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.