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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.