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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.