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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Television,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.