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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.