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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.