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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.