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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.