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 Maldives and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.