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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.