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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.