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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.