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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.