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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Shoche,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.