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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.