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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.