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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.