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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Names,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.