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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
DNA,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.