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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.