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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Television,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.