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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.