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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.