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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.