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 India and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.