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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.