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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.