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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Slave,
Moebius,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.