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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.