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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.