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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.