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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.