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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.