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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.