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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.