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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.