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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.