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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.