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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.