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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.