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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.