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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Crime,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.