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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
John Holt,
ABC,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.