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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Japan,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.