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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.