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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.