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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.