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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.