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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.