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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.