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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Technova,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.