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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Index,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.