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 Poland 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.