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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.