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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.