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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.