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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids 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?
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.