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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.