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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.