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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.