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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.