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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.