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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Faust,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.