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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.