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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.