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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.