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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.