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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.