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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.