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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.