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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.