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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.