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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.