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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.