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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.