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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.