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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.