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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.