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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Swans,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.