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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
the Association,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.