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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.