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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.