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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.