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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.