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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 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 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.