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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.