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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.