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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.