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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.