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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.