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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.