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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.