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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.