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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.