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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.