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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.