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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.