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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.