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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.