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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.