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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.