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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Franke to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.