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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.