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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.