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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Nico,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.