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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.