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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.