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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Ten City,
X-102,
This Heat,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.