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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.