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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
cv313,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.