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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.