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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Urselle,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.