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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.