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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.