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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Index,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
New Order,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.