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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.