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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.