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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.