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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s 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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.