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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.