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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.