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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.