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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.