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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.