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 London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
10cc,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.