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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.