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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
UT,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
ABC,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.