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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.