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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Barracudas to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.