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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.