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 China and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.