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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Symarip to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.