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 Malta and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.