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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.