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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The Names,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.