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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.