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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.