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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.