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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.