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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.