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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.