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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.