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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.