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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Pagans,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Interpol,
John Holt,
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.