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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.