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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.