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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.