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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.