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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.