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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Dead C,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Remains,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.