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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.