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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.