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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.