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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.