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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.