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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
JFA,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.