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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Slave,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.