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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.