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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.