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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
UT,
Swans,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.