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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.