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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.