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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.