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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.