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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
UT,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Monolake,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.