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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.