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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.