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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.