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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.