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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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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.