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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Make Up,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.