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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
JFA,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.