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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
AZ,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.