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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.