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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.