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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.