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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.