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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Visage,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.