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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.