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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.