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 Andorra 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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.