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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.