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 Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Neu!,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.