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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.