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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.