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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.