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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Magma,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.