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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Index,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.