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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.