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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
cv313,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.