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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.