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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.