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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Brick,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.