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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
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You don't know what you really want.