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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.