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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Television,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.