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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.