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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.