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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.