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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.