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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.