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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.