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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.