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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.