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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.