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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.