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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s 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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.