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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.