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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi 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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.