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 Maldives 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.