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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.