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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Nico,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.