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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.