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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.