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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.