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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.