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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Evens to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Visage,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.