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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.