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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.