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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.