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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.