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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.