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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 City Girls 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.