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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.