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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.