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 Seychelles 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.