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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.