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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.