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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.