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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.