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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
MDC,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.