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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.