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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.