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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Index,
UT,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.