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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
PIL,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.