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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.