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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.