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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.