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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.