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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.