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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.