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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.