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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.