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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.