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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.