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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.