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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.