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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.