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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.