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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.