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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 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 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Scion,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.