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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.