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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.