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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.