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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.