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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.