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 India and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.