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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.