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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.