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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Can,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.