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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.