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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.