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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Technova,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.