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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.