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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.