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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.