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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.