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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.