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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.