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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.