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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.