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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.