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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.