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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.