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 Syria and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.