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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.