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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Wire,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.