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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cale to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.