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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.