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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.