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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Smog,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.