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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.