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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Wire,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.