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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.