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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Little Man,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.