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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.