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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.