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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.