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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.