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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.