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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.