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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.