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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.