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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.