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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.