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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Smog,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.