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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Faust,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.