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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.