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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Can,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.