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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.