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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.