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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Slave,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.