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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.