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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.