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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.