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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Television,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Faust,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.