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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.