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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
UT,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.