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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.