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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.