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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.