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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.