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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.