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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.