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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
DNA,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.