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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.