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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jandek,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
DNA,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.