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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
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.