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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.