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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.