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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.