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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Names,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.