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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Index,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.