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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 The Fall to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
CMW,
AZ,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.