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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.