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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
June Days,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.