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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.