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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.