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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.