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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.