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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.