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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.