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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.