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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.