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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.