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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.