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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.