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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.