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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.