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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.