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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Gories,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Nico,
Quadrant,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.