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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
cv313,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.