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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.