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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.