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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.