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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.