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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.