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 Greece 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.