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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.