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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.