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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Faust,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.