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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.