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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.