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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.