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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.