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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.