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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.