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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.