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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.