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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.