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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.