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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.