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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters 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 grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.