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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.