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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Pole,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.