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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.