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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.