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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
UT,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.