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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.