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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.