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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.