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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.