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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Unwound,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.