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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.