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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.