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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.