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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Technova,
Faust,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.