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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.