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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.