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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.