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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.