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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.