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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.