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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.