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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.