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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.