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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.