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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.