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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
UT,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.