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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Audionom,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.