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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.