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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.