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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.