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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.