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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.