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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Audionom,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
the Normal,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.