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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.