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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.