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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.