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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.