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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.