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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.