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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.