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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.