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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.