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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.