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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.