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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.