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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.