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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.