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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Can,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.