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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Television,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.