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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.