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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.