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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
X-102,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.