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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.