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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.