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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.