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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.