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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.