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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.