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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.