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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.