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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
MDC,
This Heat,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.