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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.