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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.