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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.