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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.