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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.