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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.