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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.