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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.