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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.