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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.