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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.