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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Erasure,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.