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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
PIL,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.