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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.