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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 the Association 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
X-102,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.