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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.