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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.