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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.