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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
UT,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Fear,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.