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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.