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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.