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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.