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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.