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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Monks,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.