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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.