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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.