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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.