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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.