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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.