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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.