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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Essential Logic,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.