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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.