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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.