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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Nico,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.