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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.