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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Ituana,
ABC,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.