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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.