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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Niagra,
MDC,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.