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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.