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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.