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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.