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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.