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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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 Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.