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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.