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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.