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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.