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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Monks,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.