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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.