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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.