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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.