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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
AZ,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.