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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.