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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
The Names,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.