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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
AZ,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.