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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.