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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.