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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.