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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.