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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Monks,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Technova,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.