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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.