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 India and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.