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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.