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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.