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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Swans,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.