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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.