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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Leaves to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.